Reminds me of the horses at Assateague. The first time we camped there, about 3 years ago, a small group of them were going around to various campsites at lunchtime to mooch food off of the campers. They were quite pushy about it, too.

One of them started in on my ramen noodles and as the rangers tell you "Do NOT touch them" and "Do not feed them" I was kind of hesitant to push this one away and knew if I pulled the bowl away, the horse would probably come after me since everyone else had finished and our other food was packed away.

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Reminds me of the horses at Assateague. The first time we camped there, about 3 years ago, a small group of them were going around to various campsites at lunchtime to mooch food off of the campers. They were quite pushy about it, too.

One of them started in on my ramen noodles and as the rangers tell you "Do NOT touch them" and "Do not feed them" I was kind of hesitant to push this one away and knew if I pulled the bowl away, the horse would probably come after me since everyone else had finished and our other food was packed away.

I've pushed them away before if they get too close to the food. I told a ranger about the circumstances and she said that was fine. However, what they don't want is people just going up to the horses and touching them or trying to coerce them to come closer with food.

SSTeacher: My niece has a week left of school...she came home today with two bundles - one addressed to her mother, one addressed to me. Inside were projects to be laminated, cutout and labeled with the names of each kid in her class ( 28 kids). The teacher sent a note to my sister that was addressed"Mrs XXXXX" and one to Me "Firstname" I need this done for the last day of school, for our party, please send it back with Katie by at least Friday." ( Today's Wednesday, so I have two days to do this according to her.) Frankly I am livid that I am being given homework by a teacher with whom, I have never had a conversation about doing this type of stuff with this is ordering me to do hours of work for her! She knows me because I am one of the folks that can pick up Katie - although I've only done so maybe two or three times since Katie has been in school ( she's in second grade). I am going to go to the school tomorrow and tell her that I am not going to comply - but what would she have done if I had not seen my niece between now and then and she never got told that she needed to do it herself?

SSTeacher: My niece has a week left of school...she came home today with two bundles - one addressed to her mother, one addressed to me. Inside were projects to be laminated, cutout and labeled with the names of each kid in her class ( 28 kids). The teacher sent a note to my sister that was addressed"Mrs XXXXX" and one to Me "Firstname" I need this done for the last day of school, for our party, please send it back with Katie by at least Friday." ( Today's Wednesday, so I have two days to do this according to her.) Frankly I am livid that I am being given homework by a teacher with whom, I have never had a conversation about doing this type of stuff with this is ordering me to do hours of work for her! She knows me because I am one of the folks that can pick up Katie - although I've only done so maybe two or three times since Katie has been in school ( she's in second grade). I am going to go to the school tomorrow and tell her that I am not going to comply - but what would she have done if I had not seen my niece between now and then and she never got told that she needed to do it herself?

That's really weird. Even if you were someone she knew, whatever happened to making an actual request? Tacking on a "please" doesn't make it less of a demand.

SSTeacher: My niece has a week left of school...she came home today with two bundles - one addressed to her mother, one addressed to me. Inside were projects to be laminated, cutout and labeled with the names of each kid in her class ( 28 kids). The teacher sent a note to my sister that was addressed"Mrs XXXXX" and one to Me "Firstname" I need this done for the last day of school, for our party, please send it back with Katie by at least Friday." ( Today's Wednesday, so I have two days to do this according to her.) Frankly I am livid that I am being given homework by a teacher with whom, I have never had a conversation about doing this type of stuff with this is ordering me to do hours of work for her! She knows me because I am one of the folks that can pick up Katie - although I've only done so maybe two or three times since Katie has been in school ( she's in second grade). I am going to go to the school tomorrow and tell her that I am not going to comply - but what would she have done if I had not seen my niece between now and then and she never got told that she needed to do it herself?

That's really weird. Even if you were someone she knew, whatever happened to making an actual request? Tacking on a "please" doesn't make it less of a demand.

Really strange! How about sending a note home a week before hand and asking "Hey Moms and Dads - can anyone help me out? Here is what I need done to make the last day of school super fun for the kids. Let me know ASAP."

I once got heck (very good-humored heck, but still) for daring to schedule my birthday party when the local football team was playing a home game. I hate all sports and had no idea they were playing that night.

The real SS part, though, is that one of the guests who said she'd be coming to my party after the game didn't show up after all. Why? Because our team lost, and she was so depressed, she just went home.

Not at all cool -- but, fanatics-for-their-pursuits are fanatics-for-their-pursuits; they can get fanatical to the point that in their minds, their pursuits and what happens in them, trump normal polite behaviour, and override undertakings given to those who are not "fellow-mad-devotees". Like you, I have a hatred of, and total lack of interest in, all sports; but have other hobbies / pursuits, re which my fanaticism runs fairly high (I try nowadays, not to be too much of a jerk about same).

I can -- without approving or applauding -- see where the fanatics are coming from. Perhaps they could be cut a bit of slack, in terms of temporary / situational insanity -- when the stuff about which they're fanatical is not involved, maybe their conduct is polite and normal?

I don't think so, this tends to lead to people monopolising other people's televisions when visiting.

However, one of DH's friends told me about a wedding that took place in a pub on a weekend that two football codes (AFL & NRL) were having the grand final. I think I might have scheduled it some other weekend TBH.

We went to a wedding last year on AFL grand final day. The match was actually during the wedding. The HC don't follow football at all so had no idea but DH couldn't believe it. I did point out that the bride barely knew what a ball was and the groom was only interested in sporta that involved bikes. This year we have a wedding on premil final day which DH tihnks is almost as bad

My cousin's wedding was on Super whatever number it was back then final day and our home team were playing in it at home. My Dad had flown over from the UK for the wedding and was so annoyed his team was playing in the finla a few kms away but he couldn't go! To be fair though my cousin set her wedding date years before the game date was set (it moved around a bit back then)

Someone stole my stella d'oro lilies right out of the bed in the front of the house! It's like they were never there in the first place! My kids and DH wouldn't pull them because as it is, it takes a lot to get those kids to weed and even when they do they're always asking "Is this okay to pull?" and DH knows not to pull when I've shown him "I planted that."

So it's either an animal or a very special snowflake of a neighbor.

I had someone help themselves to my rhubarb plant in my front yard. Cut it down to the ground. If they had knocked on my door and asked I would have given it to them gladly since I don't use it. Since they took it upon themselves to steal it, I hope whatever recipe they use it for turns out horribly. I entertain myself with fantasies of locking them in a tower a-la Rapunzel (whose mother's yen for a certain plant and father's sticky fingers are what landed her in trouble to begin with).

Non-special snowflake neighbors asked permission to pick cherries off the trees in our front yard and shared them with us. That's the way to do it.

SSTeacher: My niece has a week left of school...she came home today with two bundles - one addressed to her mother, one addressed to me. Inside were projects to be laminated, cutout and labeled with the names of each kid in her class ( 28 kids). The teacher sent a note to my sister that was addressed"Mrs XXXXX" and one to Me "Firstname" I need this done for the last day of school, for our party, please send it back with Katie by at least Friday." ( Today's Wednesday, so I have two days to do this according to her.) Frankly I am livid that I am being given homework by a teacher with whom, I have never had a conversation about doing this type of stuff with this is ordering me to do hours of work for her! She knows me because I am one of the folks that can pick up Katie - although I've only done so maybe two or three times since Katie has been in school ( she's in second grade). I am going to go to the school tomorrow and tell her that I am not going to comply - but what would she have done if I had not seen my niece between now and then and she never got told that she needed to do it herself?

How would you even get something laminated? The only laminating machines I know about are in the schools.

SSTeacher: My niece has a week left of school...she came home today with two bundles - one addressed to her mother, one addressed to me. Inside were projects to be laminated, cutout and labeled with the names of each kid in her class ( 28 kids). The teacher sent a note to my sister that was addressed"Mrs XXXXX" and one to Me "Firstname" I need this done for the last day of school, for our party, please send it back with Katie by at least Friday." ( Today's Wednesday, so I have two days to do this according to her.) Frankly I am livid that I am being given homework by a teacher with whom, I have never had a conversation about doing this type of stuff with this is ordering me to do hours of work for her! She knows me because I am one of the folks that can pick up Katie - although I've only done so maybe two or three times since Katie has been in school ( she's in second grade). I am going to go to the school tomorrow and tell her that I am not going to comply - but what would she have done if I had not seen my niece between now and then and she never got told that she needed to do it herself?

How would you even get something laminated? The only laminating machines I know about are in the schools.

You can go to a print shop, or purchase a laminator at a Big Box Store. I have one in my office that came from Walmart for $30-40. That being said, it's slow and it makes a funny smell as it gets hotter.

SSTeacher: My niece has a week left of school...she came home today with two bundles - one addressed to her mother, one addressed to me. Inside were projects to be laminated, cutout and labeled with the names of each kid in her class ( 28 kids). The teacher sent a note to my sister that was addressed"Mrs XXXXX" and one to Me "Firstname" I need this done for the last day of school, for our party, please send it back with Katie by at least Friday." ( Today's Wednesday, so I have two days to do this according to her.) Frankly I am livid that I am being given homework by a teacher with whom, I have never had a conversation about doing this type of stuff with this is ordering me to do hours of work for her! She knows me because I am one of the folks that can pick up Katie - although I've only done so maybe two or three times since Katie has been in school ( she's in second grade). I am going to go to the school tomorrow and tell her that I am not going to comply - but what would she have done if I had not seen my niece between now and then and she never got told that she needed to do it herself?

Wait. Katie is your niece, and her teacher sent YOU a request to do homework for her class (along with Katie's mom)? I have a whole passel of nieces and nephews, and none of their teachers has ever tried to make me do a class project.

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I assume you heard the way she spoke to me at dinner.Of course, but how does it help to answer rudeness with rudeness? --Downton Abbey

My place of employment is in the midst of a huge (they expect 10,000 people in attendance over 5 days of activities) regional ethnic festival right now, which means we have MANY more visitors than normal. While my job title is archivist, I also serve as default librarian and artifact curator to our varied collections.

While I was helping out with a presentation this morning, the exhibits in our reading room were manned by several volunteers. While they had basic training in directing visitors and answering questions, they do not have special knowledge about, nor permission to handle items stored in the stacks.

When I got back to my office, the volunteers told me how a woman came in and while looking through our viewing windows (large windows that open into the stacks, but have simple artifact displays set up in them) she noticed that we had a unique musical instrument on display BEHIND the glass. She then demanded the volunteers should move the instrument to a table out in the open so that she could study it up close and more people could see it, and complained to all and sundry that such craftsmanship was waisted behind glass. It was an instrument meant to be touched, and we weren't doing it justice.

Thankfully, my volunteers were awesome and said that they had no power to make those kind of decisions. And that's the exact reason I keep the stack door locked when I'm not there. I've had many people violate the "Employees Only" directive on the door. Plus, it takes at least 2 people to safely move an antique 38 string, 2 sided concert kantele (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kantele). It's the only one like it I've ever seen. No way I'm going to take it out of a climate controlled area to be touched by hundreds of curious, untrained, oily hands just to satisfy her whim.

Volunteers told her she could come back and talk to me about setting up an appointment to study it. She left in a huff and didn't come back to see me, thankfully.

Edited because I theoretically know the difference between a "c" and a "g".